Loc: Deer Island Stag Point
Acc: Hilleberg Keron 4 tent
Dist: 42,0 km
Start: 07:35 End: 14:35
Well rested and full of energy we launched into a dead calm sea with no visibility. Nothing really extremely exciting happened besides the average speed was pleasantly high on this milky millpond.
Until – noise…spouts…and more spout noise…whales everywhere! The theater curtain lifted for maybe 15 min for a horizontal slot on the mountains to the right, then it was total white out again – with noisy spouts everywhere…but then we had our first guy straight ahead close by – this time it was none of those huge Fin whales who just lazily raise their massive long back, display a tiny fin on the back and they are gone again. This time there were Humpbacks allover, diving elegantly down, while displaying nicely their tail flukes!
Michal caught a wonderful picture of the first guy’s fluke, but this was not the only one for today…another fluke here…and there…and there again…and here again…and even THREE at once, simultaneous diving like in a ballet line up! We counted over twenty fluke displays of Humpback whales diving down again and again, what a thrilling 4th of July’s parade! I can’t imagine a nicer one!
The whiteout lifted simultaneously while we could see more flukes and even more spouts. What a wonderful view! We could keep our speed average of 6,4 km/h (including all breaks) on still glassy seas, some great achievement over a marathon of 42 km. In reality, we paddled 7-8 km/h with light headwinds and barely any current. Michal is also in great shape and paddles in a good technique, really nice to have him along as a challenging paddling partner!
9 km before our landing, Michal’s rudder line slipped through a too large hole in the steering system, and he had no rudder to use for the rest of the paddle. No big deal today…but on the beach on the spit of Deer island just across King Cove, we added double knots to be safe.
We settled down on clean leveled gravel, and as it was relatively early, we headed for a walk along the spit. i felt challenged to cross over the meadow back to the other beach side, and quite a wide animal pass through the high grass allowed us to do just that quite easy. We first thought this was a bear track, but the pass was too narrow and nowhere any bear signs, neither on the beach. This was a fox trail leading eventually in the middle of the triangle meadow to a small overgrown stream, the fox’ fresh water resource…we hopped over through some dense bushes, and found quite solid low grass on the other side for the rest of the meadow crossing.
I said on the beginning of our beach walk, I like to find something exciting today…and there he was, the dead old monster-male sea lion, lying on the beach for maybe one or two days only, with only one flipper eaten half by probably eagles or foxes. No sign of bears here also…a bear-free Deer Island? That’s nature…
A fox strayed around our camp pretty close, Michal had to throw some rocks at him to chase him away. He was pretty thin and looked quite hungry, but we didn’t feel like sharing our Pasta Alfredo this evening…